My Wife Has Been Blackened

  Chapter 557 Village renovation

  When the village head came, they were eating.

   Bai Yi's face is stinky, he is so poor that only money is left. After finally finding an excuse to talk to Zhou Yan, he ended up meeting such a troublemaker who didn't want this kind of funding.

  God is probably against me!

  Bai Yi leaned against the door frame with a stern face. Looking at the litter of rabbits brought back by Zhou Yanci, the fish brought back by Sanbao, and the mushrooms picked by Xie Dai, his expression was still grim.

  Before he suspected that God was against him, it has been several lifetimes! ! Bai Yi is a little unhappy!

  When the village chief came over, he saw him staring at him like a creditor.

   "That, that, I'm sorry, can you let me go?" The village chief rubbed his hands by mistake and asked, yawning.

  Bai Yi squinted at him, you dare to yell at me? Just as he was about to turn his eyes away, he heard Zhou Yanci shout, "Come in, it's cold outside."

  Bai Yi retreated silently, lowering his head to let the village chief in. There is no anger at all.

   "Sorry to bother you." The village head rubbed his hands awkwardly, seeing Zhou Yanci and the pot in front of them with mushrooms tumbling, and the food was better than their New Year's Eve.

   "I want to ask, is everything written in this book true? Is this pigweed really so valuable?" The village chief pointed to the book and opened it for Zhou Yanci to read.

  Zhou Yanci glanced at Sanbao, no wonder she brought a lot of extremely unorthodox books before she came.

   "Well, there is a price but no market." Zhou Yanci pursed his lips.

  There are no outsiders entering here all the year round, only people who are constantly losing, but they don't know what kind of treasure mountain they own.

  The village chief spent most of the night chatting in the ancestral hall. The next morning, when the rain stopped, everyone was indeed awakened by a burst of crying.

"Mom, where have you been? Mom, you said you'd better leave, Mom, I want my mother, I want my mother." A two-year-old boy ran barefoot on a muddy road and fell down. Get up again, fall down and get up again.

  The rain was mixed with tears on the small face, and the crying voice was hoarse.

  The villages opened their doors one after another. Seeing that skinny and skinny child frowned.

   "Uncle Wang, have you seen my mother?"

   "Grandpa Zhou, have you seen my mother?"

   "Grandpa Village Chief, is my mother lost? Can you help me find it?" The little boy's immature voice was slightly panicked. That little face was not as big as a fist, and a pair of black and bright eyes were as dazzling as black stones.

  When the village head came in with his clothes on, he saw the poor little look.

   "Oh, poor, poor, that crazy woman must have sneaked away in the middle of the night. Pity this kid is so old, he must starve to death." Some people secretly talked about it but didn't come forward. Raising a child is not so simple.

   When Zhou Yanci and his group came out, they saw the child standing alone on the road.

"The crazy woman wanted to run away a long time ago, but she heard that during this period of time, there were rich people who came to support the children. She fell in love with the sponsorship money. She only stayed a few days longer. She must have seen the old man in the village refuse last night. Funded, so I ran away in a fit of anger." Someone explained.

   This woman originally came from outside, and later married a fool in the village.

  Not long after giving birth, the fool fell into the river and drowned.

  Everyone watched the child run around the village barefoot, asking his mother from door to door, and their eyes became more and more dim. The dirty little face became more and more silent, with no smile on it.

Dabao looked at it, took off his shoes and the thick down and ran over silently, "I'll give it to you, brother." He grabbed the child's hand and put the clothes on, but Dabao was a little fat, and the clothes were a little empty. He tied his belt around his waist.

  The village fell silent suddenly.

   There is funding, and I am afraid that the child will go far away. It has become a dead city and an empty city.

  Without funding, I can’t get by right now.

   Dabao looked at it, then pulled the little one's hand again, it was astonishingly cold.

   "Let me look for it with you." Dabao patted his chest, put on a new dress, and asked the little brother from door to door in the village.

  Runned all over the village, but found no one. That little one kept a straight face and never smiled again.

   Standing at the head of the village, Xiao Budian looked in the direction of the village entrance.

   "My mother ran away." The voice was still milky, but the tone was extremely certain.

   "Well, if there is no one, don't worry." Dabao scratched his head, not knowing how to persuade him, this child looks so thin, even smaller than himself.

   "Think of something good, what if he dies?" Erbao heard the words from the village and knew that his mother always stole the things that others donated to the baby, and the little brother was so hungry that he passed out several times.

  Little Dot glanced at her.

   "Don't be sad, we have food there, and I'll give you my food. Make sure you eat fat." Dabao felt that he was sad, and quickly spoke to comfort him.

  The little boy took a leisurely look at him and sighed. For some reason, the honest and honest Dabao suddenly found that look a little strange.

  Little Budian followed Dabao back to the ancestral hall.

  The children in the ancestral hall didn’t even go to school. They were all squatting, sitting, and standing there, and they were silent and didn’t speak.

  The village head also brought a few respected old people over.

"There are a total of 130 households in our village. It is a big village. Since three hundred years ago, people in our village have settled here for generations. From generation to generation, there are more and more people." The old man on crutches wiped the corner of his eyes and said.

   "There are constant wars outside, but our place is peaceful and peaceful. No matter how many people want to come to our village, they can't find their way." At that time, they were all proud of the village.

  Later, the new generation was flourishing, the outside world was changing with each passing day, and the village was still the same as it was three hundred years ago.

"Now there are 130 households in our village. More than 300 elderly people, 48 people under the age of 16. There are only 72 young and middle-aged people. In the past ten years, hundreds of people have left the village and never returned. Most of them are mothers."

  When the old man talked about it, many children wiped away their tears. There was a faint cry.

  Da Bao pulled Xiao BuDian and whispered, "If you want to call me Mom, you can call me Mom." As soon as Da Bao finished speaking, Xiao BuDian looked at him blankly.

  It was only then that I realized later, "I mean, call my mother my mother."

  The little boy looked up at him, then at Zhou Yanci.

  The pregnant Zhou Yanci is full of maternal brilliance, and she is a beautiful mother at first glance.

   Xiao Budian suddenly laughed.

   "So our village decided to ask you to help us, just treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor." Transforming an isolated village is simply a huge project.

   What a sight it would be to make people reluctant to leave their homeland.

   "We want to hand over this right to you." The person in charge of the village looked at Zhou Yanci and his wife.

  Hehe, the big local tyrant who contributed money and efforts in white sneered silently.

  I know it, God doesn't like me!

  (end of this chapter)